Beginning of the End: Cannon

Cross Road Bridge

I created this post on March 21, but I never wrote anything except the title. It is symptomatic of the ski season, there just wasn’t much to say. Nothing worth recording, no thoughts worth sharing, skiing not worth commenting on. But I will record the trip for posterities sake. The snow could have been firm, the snow could have been soft. Either way, I was going through the motions and I wasn’t excited enough to document it.

Probably because I was more excited about cycling than skiing. I just finished an indoor training program on a brand new indoor training. I was going into cycling season in the best cycling shape of my life. The temperatures were above average, the snow was below average, and the roads were clear of snow and sand.

Immediately after getting home from Cannon, I jumped on my road bike for my first outdoor ride of the season. The ski season might have sucked, but the road cycling season was off to a phenomenal start. I’ve never been less motivated for spring skiing, I’ve never been more motivated to push myself on my bike.

Mad River Glen: Whiteroom

MRG Trees

Whiteroom.

Multiple times.

Not just faceshots. Full on, can’t see a thing, Whiteroom.

Simultaneously both euphoric and terrifying when it happens in the trees.

MRG Trees

Three feet of fresh fell on top of barely covered ground. The euphoria was tempered by the knowledge (understood and physically felt) that roots, rocks, and deadfall lie deep beneath the surface. Three feet was almost enough to bury it all over again.

Almost.

But it is hard to care about what lies beneath when you can’t even see where you are skiing.